Chapter 9 - The Plan

Hook's POV -

I was pacing in my room, twisting my hook with my good hand. My perfect plan ruined once again by that wretched boy. Peter Pan. I grunt and throw my rugged hat to the floor and kicked it out of sight. Why does he always have to ruin my plans? My plan was perfect. Follow Pan when he was at the mainland, find out what he was doing there, get the girl, use her against Pan, kill Pan, kill the lost boy's and then kill the girl. With that rat gone Neverland would be mine. Of course there would be the problem with the Indians, the fairies, blah blah blah, but when the time would have come, I would of dealt with them accordingly. But nooo, Pan always has of get away, always has to live, always has to RUIN EVERYTHING. I could feel my face becoming red with rage. Ok, I need to see what went wrong. How did Pan know I had the girl? How did she escape before I even got to use her? There's only one person I know who would be able to tell me, and he was probably tricked or oblivious to the most obvious distraction.

" ", I scream at the top of my lungs. Seconds after I could hear crashing and fumbling. I knew it was Smee, that blasted buffoon. I swear there is never a moment when he isn't fumbling about his feet, if he wasn't loyal then I would have thrown him aboard along time ago. I walked over my desk and pulled out the chair and turned it so that it was facing the door in the corner of my room. The soft satin cushions of the chair calmed me slightly but my rage still boiled under the surface. I could still hear fumbling in the distance. Smee never was a fast one.

The sun was setting in the distance. The orange glow of the setting sun seem to lightly lighten the dark, dismal colours of my room. Black, red and brown. Everything was worn, faded or dusty from sitting around for over 100 years. And from all the years at sea made my room smelt damp. But I like my room too much and I don't have the heart to change it, much to Smee's disappointment. The glass chandelier in the middle swaying slightly from left to right. The dim glow the candles in it are letting off flickering as it sways. The sound of the whistling wind blowing on the glass of the long windows to the back blocked out Smee's fumbling in the distance. The sound of the sea splashing against the ship calmed me. And the steady swaying of the boat helped me relax and I closed my eyes and took in the tranquility of this moment.

The Wooden floor boards creaked on deck as Smee slowly approached my bedroom door pulling me from my daze. I heard a soft knock on my bedroom door.
"Y...y...yes Captain", Smee stuttered from behind my door. Another annoying trait of Smee's apart from him being so naïve.
"Quit your waffling Smee and come in", I responded still slightly agitated but more calm now. Smee walked in cautiously, he knew me all too well, he knew I would be angry and to approach with caution.
"Y...y...yes Captain", Smee repeated while quietly closing the door. I looked down at my hook, and watched myself twist it before continuing.

"Well Smee as you know today was a complete and utter disaster. But first all Smee I want to know how that girl escaped?", I said the rage slowly growing in me but I kept my head down. I could see Smee out the corner of my eye shifting nervously.
"I...I...I don't know Captain", Smee said as he pulls he's faded blue and whites striped beanie hat from his head. He started fidgeting with it nervously in his hands.
"Why don't you know Smee?", I asked. I stopped fidgeting with my hook and looked up at him my long hair all to one side as I tilted my face in question.
"Did I not put you in charge of her Smee?", I asked leaning forward, my elbows on my knee, my chin balanced on my one good hand. He gulped and slowly nodded fear apparent in his eyes.
"THEN HOW DID SHE ESCAPE ?", I screamed at him, I knew my face had become red again with anger. Smee shuffled backwards until he hit the wall, looking desperately around the room for somewhere to go, to hide, to get away from me.

I stood up again and began pacing the room. Smee walked to the corner and pulled out my hat. The began dusting it off like it has been there for years gathering dust.
"C...C...Captain, you and Edward t...t...told me to bring her up deck", he said nervously placing my had on the dresser neatly.
"Yes Smee", I said stopping to look at him,"but why wasn't anyone watching her?" I asked glaring at him pulling my fingers through my hair. Wearing my hat had made it greasy from all the sweat but I didn't care.
"C...Captain don't you remember we were in the middle of a b...b...battle?", Smee questioned. Now it was all coming together. With the crew distracted no one was watching the girl and he could get one of his brats to safely take her away. But how did he know we had her?

"Smee, where's Edward?", I asked remembering for the first time about my son. Well adopted son.
"N...N...No-one knows C...C...Captain. A...A...After the battle with P...P...Pan he just disappeared. And one of the boats are missing", he said nervously staring into space as if remembering a distance memory.
"Fine Smee", I said sighing. That boy needs to be put on a leash. Ill make a mental note of that.
"C...Captain", Smee nervously stuttered out. I sat back in my chair, rubbing my temples at my now apparent migraine due to the stress of today.
"What is it Smee", I ask hoping he would shut up soon.
"What a...a...are we going to do n...n...now?", he asked as he slowly walked in-front of me , even though Smee is on the chubby side he sure is light on his feet,which I was grateful for because of my migraine.
"I don't know Smee. What do you suppose we do?", I asked still rubbing my temples but slightly intrigued about where he was going with this.
"Well C...C...Captain, I have an idea but f...f...first things first, we have to get E...E...Edward in, o...o...or the idea is totally ruined", he managed to get out. I leaned forward to look at him, fascinated by Smee suddenly.
"And what is this idea, of yours Smee?", I ask now beginning to rub my stubbily chin, my migraine now behind me. Smee smiled triumphantly at me holding his chin up high.
"Oh, Captain y...y...you will be so p...p...proud of me" he said like a school boy coming home with good news for his parents. I raise an eyebrow at him. And he begins telling me his surprisingly good idea.


I wonder what Smee's idea is? Wait and see...

acknowledgements from the previous chapter -

Ellinise, moonshroom420 and James Birdsong.

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